I need to tell you a little story, you may already know but probably not. I am boy crazy. I can openly admit this because its undeniable, honestly. Every time I start to like someone or find someone attractive I would date them for a while and not take it seriously. Im good at relationships that really aren't serious. I mean honestly I'll date someone I barely know and then come to find out I don't like them at all-- trust me that happens a lot however after knowing someone for a year you get to know them pretty well.
Killian. Killian. Killian. I could write his name a million times and never get tired of it. Its strange to think honestly because even just a couple months ago we were just friends. We talk about everything and get along great, always have. Last year he was dating my best friend at the time and I was dating his friend. Obviously neither of our relationships that year lasted very long but Killian and I kept in contact. Recently though we had been hanging out a lot more and talking and laughing endlessly! I can't get enough of him sometimes! He is so funny and has always made me laugh!!
One day before we actually started dating Killian and I were in the park just sharing stories and joking about everything when somehow this huge grass war started! I won't go into detail but we looked a little crazy (I'm sure) just throwing huge piles of grass that I had picked while we were sitting down. It was quite hilarious though! After that day I taught him how to whistle with a piece of grass and every day we are together the days get better. :)
Killian and I have been dating since February 8, 2014 and he spoils me so much! He is always telling me I deserve to be treated like a princess and he wonders how he ever got so lucky to date me... Well Killian you are the most amazing and unique person I have ever met, and as I've already said funny guys always make you fall in love. Thank you so much for being my best friend, right now I have been going through a lot of different stresses and I am sure you have too but you are exactly what I need.
I am not saying our relationship is perfect (although it is [so far]) but I know so much and have gone through so much with you and I still like you. That is huge for me because I hate commitment but I am not afraid of you hurting me. You are my best friend Killian. I trust you so much and I am willing to do anything for you, also I love your family (even your crazy, obnoxious brothers, who I am pretty sure don't like me that much) they are all so sweet and I'm glad your dad likes me so much! Lastly I would like to say that you mean a lot to me. Killian, Killian, Killian.... yeah I never get tired of it!
P.S. To all you friend-zoned boys out there.... just keep your head up because honestly it took Killian quite a while to ask me out or even kiss me, and we have liked each other since we became friends but within time everything played out and worked out in everyone's favor. ;)
Friday, February 28, 2014
Saturday, January 11, 2014
"Perfect Relationship"
Right now I am dating this guy named Brandon. I am crazy about him, even with his flaws he is amazing. He cares for me a lot, he's funny, he's protective, he understands that I am aloud to have a life outside of him. I could go on but I don't want to bore you. The point is, is that although he really is great he has somethings I don't like about him. Now I am NOT one to change someone so of course I accept him fully and as a still growing and learning teenager it can be hard. My boyfriend accepts me as who I am for the most part but sometimes he likes to joke around about how I am a senior and I still don't have my license or a car or a job; which I have my reasons but whatever that's fine. He isn't what I have been looking for my whole life though.
The perfect guy to me is my dad. There is no doubt about it in my mind. My mother and father were great for each other for a long time but eventually divorced. However my dad has three great blessing from my mom and that is his kids. I will never ever stop loving my dad. He is my best friend and I tell him everything and he often times shares everything with me, and sometimes I don't want him to.
I will never leave my dad. I am not involved in my dad romantically but in all honestly when he comes home after working a hard day all I want to do is take care of him and make his day brighter. Eventually when I do find the right person that is what I want for them. My dad and I fight sometimes but not very often and when we do it usually lasts for like an hour and then I get over it.
The perfect relationship to me would be like mine and my dad's. It would be different obviously but I want someone who loves me endlessly. I am so close to my dad that one time he told me about this horrible dream he had and I could feel how upset it made him feel that I started crying for him. This made him cry because he said no one has ever cried because of a dream he had about him. Anyway I want to feel that way about someone one day. Also my dad doesn't always understand me, we are completely different people however when he doesn't know something he doesnt get mad or frustrated at me, instead he asks whats wrong and we talk about it. I want to be able to talk to that person about anything. I know that my dad and I can get through anything, because we are a team and we talk through it.This is exactly what I am looking for.
My dad is also all the typical things such as protective and wants the best for me and I want that in a relationship but he always gives me the best and even when he doesn't for whatever reason I try to give him something too, even something small when I know he has had a hard week I'll put a note in his car or lunch box saying how much I love him and I'll write a small memory or put a picture with it to make his day and I know I could do that to the person I love eventually. I want to give everything I have to them.
Its funny that I say all this too because if you knew me you would know that I say I don't want to get married or have kids. I always say I just want to live alone with just a dog but honestly its because I don't want to get married to the wrong person and be alone because they left.
The perfect guy to me is my dad. There is no doubt about it in my mind. My mother and father were great for each other for a long time but eventually divorced. However my dad has three great blessing from my mom and that is his kids. I will never ever stop loving my dad. He is my best friend and I tell him everything and he often times shares everything with me, and sometimes I don't want him to.
I will never leave my dad. I am not involved in my dad romantically but in all honestly when he comes home after working a hard day all I want to do is take care of him and make his day brighter. Eventually when I do find the right person that is what I want for them. My dad and I fight sometimes but not very often and when we do it usually lasts for like an hour and then I get over it.
The perfect relationship to me would be like mine and my dad's. It would be different obviously but I want someone who loves me endlessly. I am so close to my dad that one time he told me about this horrible dream he had and I could feel how upset it made him feel that I started crying for him. This made him cry because he said no one has ever cried because of a dream he had about him. Anyway I want to feel that way about someone one day. Also my dad doesn't always understand me, we are completely different people however when he doesn't know something he doesnt get mad or frustrated at me, instead he asks whats wrong and we talk about it. I want to be able to talk to that person about anything. I know that my dad and I can get through anything, because we are a team and we talk through it.This is exactly what I am looking for.
My dad is also all the typical things such as protective and wants the best for me and I want that in a relationship but he always gives me the best and even when he doesn't for whatever reason I try to give him something too, even something small when I know he has had a hard week I'll put a note in his car or lunch box saying how much I love him and I'll write a small memory or put a picture with it to make his day and I know I could do that to the person I love eventually. I want to give everything I have to them.
Its funny that I say all this too because if you knew me you would know that I say I don't want to get married or have kids. I always say I just want to live alone with just a dog but honestly its because I don't want to get married to the wrong person and be alone because they left.
Monday, October 21, 2013
High Standards
My life sucks soo much right now!!! I am not allowed to get my license until I have all A's in school, have filled out all my scholarship papers, gotten a job and paid for my car to be fixed. So basically I have to go to school full time, then come home and do homework for at least two hours on average or go to work first then do homework and not have any time to do anything but why would I want to do anything anyway? I mean its only my senior year and the third high school I've gone to so what's the big deal. Might as well just keep going through life with no real purpose than to work. I AM NOT AN ADULT YET!!!! Everyone is saying that you should have fun and do what you want to in high school, still do your work but it isnt the time to be stressing about money and relationships and family stuff. Fuck. I guess I'm doing it all wrong!
School is so stressful! Right now as of Monday I have to find twelve quotes from this book I'm reading, write four thesis statements for a poster project that is suppose to be a group project which is all due tomorrow and do a character map with fifteen characters, each having a symbol in color and connecting to another character and so on with a paragraph of description on a poster board due Thursday and this is all for one fucking class!!! Yay! Kill me? Someone. Please. ANYONE!
Growing up sucks. I just want to fly to neverland...
School is so stressful! Right now as of Monday I have to find twelve quotes from this book I'm reading, write four thesis statements for a poster project that is suppose to be a group project which is all due tomorrow and do a character map with fifteen characters, each having a symbol in color and connecting to another character and so on with a paragraph of description on a poster board due Thursday and this is all for one fucking class!!! Yay! Kill me? Someone. Please. ANYONE!
Growing up sucks. I just want to fly to neverland...
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Reasoning
The reason I wrote about my experiences with sex isn't to show everyone that I am someone different than they thought but to let people know how I feel. It's complicated actually but mainly I feel worthless. Although I have the best family in the world and they would do anything for me, I don't have a group of people at school that I fit in at. At church I am the weird girl who doesn't talk and in seminary I am like some punk or something that no one can put up with.
I honestly feel like no one wants me unless it for all the wrong reasons. Even all the good guys just want something. I feel like that's all I am. Its stupid and typical for a girl to go on and on about something like this but that's how I truly feel right now and its been affecting me A LOT lately and I don't know what to do.
I Hate Myself with a burning passion. I can't even look in the mirror when I'm putting on makeup and think to myself that I am normal. I look at myself in complete and utter disgust. Of course no one knows this because I carry myself confidently, wear makeup, do my hair everyday and dress nice daily so that people won't be so quick to judge.
I am just scared to death that one day all of you are going to see right through my costume and mask and not like what you see. I know I don't like it.
I honestly feel like no one wants me unless it for all the wrong reasons. Even all the good guys just want something. I feel like that's all I am. Its stupid and typical for a girl to go on and on about something like this but that's how I truly feel right now and its been affecting me A LOT lately and I don't know what to do.
I Hate Myself with a burning passion. I can't even look in the mirror when I'm putting on makeup and think to myself that I am normal. I look at myself in complete and utter disgust. Of course no one knows this because I carry myself confidently, wear makeup, do my hair everyday and dress nice daily so that people won't be so quick to judge.
I am just scared to death that one day all of you are going to see right through my costume and mask and not like what you see. I know I don't like it.
MY LITTLE BLACK BOOK
The first time I ever had sex was with this guy named Kris Newcomb. I would do anything to get someone like him to even look at me. I swear every girl liked him at one point or another, although most the time they quickly got over him because he was a jerk who was so full of himself and all he wanted was sex. I never did quite get over him though.
It was my first time. I didn't know what to do. I had liked him briefly over the years but my sophomore year I had a class with him! It was history class and we sat across the room from each other but I was always looking or thinking about him. I can't even explain him. He was so cute, blonde hair- blonde curly hair. He was just a tough guy who did what he wanted and was his own person. I loved it and I wanted it. For some reason that year I was actually attractive to guys. I wore makeup and knew not to wear baggy clothes. So this guy, Kris, one day after class started talking to me about our test grades or something and then something shocking happened! He asked me for my number. With out a doubt I gave it to him. Quickly after we were texting all the time and eventually I came to his house.
His parents weren't home when he asked me to come home with him. I was ecstatic! I told my dad I was going bowling with some friends after school (because Kris lived near the bowling alley) and everything was perfect. Kris and I weren't dating, we had never even held hands or hugged for too long. I can honestly say I didn't know what to expect. I mean I have kissed guys before him and dated but this was Kris Newcomb...
First to get me comfortable he offered me something to drink, then we listened to music. Clearly I didn't know what to do with myself, I was sooo awkward. I don't actually remember how it started, I think it was me, but we started to kiss and very quickly that lead to other things.
This was my first time! I could have easily stopped it but I didn't want to, not then, not with him. Sex was sex. It was great and I won't go into details but it wasn't too long, at least I didn't think so. Afterward Kris played a song on his guitar that he had written and then not too long after he was pushing me out the door because his dad was going to be home soon.
I left his house and was three miles away from my house. I had no way to get home and was freaking out. I was calling everyone but no one answered. As I walked down the road some more this guy and a motorcycle pulled over and asked me if I needed a ride. I did. I needed a ride and so I got on and got home just before my father. This young guy who rode me home was 22 and just came back from army or something. He was Indian and pretty cute. His name was Aaron, we started texting the day he dropped me off. He ended up being a total sweetheart but I won't go into it.
Kris stopped talking to me after our interaction. He didn't come to school either. He started attending a charter school.
I never quite got over him.
I thought it was normal for the guy to do this sorta thing and it was a part of life. Which lead me to guy number two.
Mathew Milder. I was still a sophomore and the year was almost over when I had sex with Mathew. I came home from school early and wanted to hangout with him. I told him where I lived and told him to walk right in. He was cool but too cool for me. He was a freshmen. When he came over we put on a movie and talked. He kissed me and then we started to make out. Somehow that lead to sex. That really didn't last long.
To be completely honest I didn't even like Mat!
Guy number three: Cameron Arnold, the football player. I was friends with him on Facebook and thought he was cute so we started texting. I found out lots of things about him, like he had a girlfriend but she hated when he drank and partied and never wanted to have sex. Cameron came along shortly after Mathew and so it was kinda just a binge and I met up with him one day. We planned on having sex. We drove up towards this dirt road and parked the car. We had sex in his little black Mazda. It was horrible.
I was visiting my mother in Washington for summer break, before my Junior year when I met Andrew. I never did find out his last name. We met at a park one day. I was going through a major punk phase where I loved guys who smoked and had tattoos and crap. Andrew was perfect. He smoked, had snake bite lip piercings and long blonde hair. When we met he was really quite but I was into him. His friend on the other hand was super social and was flirting with my friend and I and put his number in my phone... the only reason I text him was because I wanted Andrew's number. Andrew and I met each other later that night at a park next to my mother's house. It was perfect night to sneak out because my uncle was gone and he had a low window in his room with no screen. I left my house and hung out with Andrew. He was different though. We talked for easily two hours straight about EVERYTHING! We told each other stories about the stuff we have done or want to do and then we kissed and it was just perfect. He picked me up and carried me to a park bench. He took off his friends jacket (John Brown, the guy who was flirting with me) and we had sex on that jacket on that bench in the middle of an open park! It was actually the most amazing sex I've ever had. Someone did see us having sex though, it was some woman walking her dog in the middle of the night... we thought it was funny at the time... Andrew and I talked all the time and planned the next time we would see each other and talked about how much we liked each other. About a month after I came home to Nevada he stopped talking to me completely. I heard he lost his phone or something and haven't heard from him since.
The last guy I had sex with was Tyler Lillie. I fell for him so fast! This was my junior year, right before I moved to Oregon. Tyler and I dated for a week or two and I was crazy about him! I don't know what it was... maybe because he was a smoker, had curly hair, but honestly it was just everything. Tyler told me that if I had sex with him, when I moved he would still talk to me everyday. He promised and I wanted him to, even though I knew he wouldn't. I wanted to have sex with him. I did have sex with him. In his best friends house... on his best friends bed... while his best friend Dustin Lattimer was still in the room technically. Dustin went up in the attic in his room and could hear the whole thing. Yup. Dustin and I kept talking after I moved but Tyler and I didn't, Tyler got a girlfriend the day I moved and is now engaged to her for the moment.
So this is the big secret. People who know me would never guess but honestly I just wanted to be wanted. I have a great life and an amazing family who loves me but I don't know what is wrong with me.
I get so depressed sometimes when I hear girls talk about who they think are whores because they had sex with two guys or have kissed eight guys or because of what she wears.
I am the master of disguise! I go to an LDS church, I am Mormon!!! Its highly against our religion to have sex before marriage.
I don't want kids. I don't want to get married. I want to live alone and have a career. I hate people so much because I have fallen for all the wrong guys and have done everything with them but I have also fallen for the right guys and they wanted to do the same things but I stopped it. If I had sex with every guy who tried or got close, my number would not be five, it would be like fifteen!! I hate myself for every time I had sex with them. I hate myself for having such little self worth that I would do that but I hate myself most of all because I live a lie. I tell people that I don't drink alcohol or caffeine, I tell them as a mormon I don't go to parties or skip class and I don't wear short shorts or slutty dresses and I don't throw myself at every guy. I act mature, responsible and classy but I definitely not loud, obnoxious, irresponsible or slutty.
My dirty little secret is Kris Newcomb. Mathew Milder. Cameron Arnold. Andrew. Tyler Lillie.
My regrets: Kris Newcomb.
Sometimes Kris still talks to me, tells me how life is or how he's depressed and needs help. One time he even told me he was going to kill himself because he has nothing or no one to live for and wanted to say good bye to me. Every time he has ever pulled this shit with me I fall. I fall hard and I try to do everything I can for him. I swear I would do anything for him and he's the crappiest of them all! I don't even care about all the others. Only him.
He's the one I regret because I couldn't handle everything after him.
It was my first time. I didn't know what to do. I had liked him briefly over the years but my sophomore year I had a class with him! It was history class and we sat across the room from each other but I was always looking or thinking about him. I can't even explain him. He was so cute, blonde hair- blonde curly hair. He was just a tough guy who did what he wanted and was his own person. I loved it and I wanted it. For some reason that year I was actually attractive to guys. I wore makeup and knew not to wear baggy clothes. So this guy, Kris, one day after class started talking to me about our test grades or something and then something shocking happened! He asked me for my number. With out a doubt I gave it to him. Quickly after we were texting all the time and eventually I came to his house.
His parents weren't home when he asked me to come home with him. I was ecstatic! I told my dad I was going bowling with some friends after school (because Kris lived near the bowling alley) and everything was perfect. Kris and I weren't dating, we had never even held hands or hugged for too long. I can honestly say I didn't know what to expect. I mean I have kissed guys before him and dated but this was Kris Newcomb...
First to get me comfortable he offered me something to drink, then we listened to music. Clearly I didn't know what to do with myself, I was sooo awkward. I don't actually remember how it started, I think it was me, but we started to kiss and very quickly that lead to other things.
This was my first time! I could have easily stopped it but I didn't want to, not then, not with him. Sex was sex. It was great and I won't go into details but it wasn't too long, at least I didn't think so. Afterward Kris played a song on his guitar that he had written and then not too long after he was pushing me out the door because his dad was going to be home soon.
I left his house and was three miles away from my house. I had no way to get home and was freaking out. I was calling everyone but no one answered. As I walked down the road some more this guy and a motorcycle pulled over and asked me if I needed a ride. I did. I needed a ride and so I got on and got home just before my father. This young guy who rode me home was 22 and just came back from army or something. He was Indian and pretty cute. His name was Aaron, we started texting the day he dropped me off. He ended up being a total sweetheart but I won't go into it.
Kris stopped talking to me after our interaction. He didn't come to school either. He started attending a charter school.
I never quite got over him.
I thought it was normal for the guy to do this sorta thing and it was a part of life. Which lead me to guy number two.
Mathew Milder. I was still a sophomore and the year was almost over when I had sex with Mathew. I came home from school early and wanted to hangout with him. I told him where I lived and told him to walk right in. He was cool but too cool for me. He was a freshmen. When he came over we put on a movie and talked. He kissed me and then we started to make out. Somehow that lead to sex. That really didn't last long.
To be completely honest I didn't even like Mat!
Guy number three: Cameron Arnold, the football player. I was friends with him on Facebook and thought he was cute so we started texting. I found out lots of things about him, like he had a girlfriend but she hated when he drank and partied and never wanted to have sex. Cameron came along shortly after Mathew and so it was kinda just a binge and I met up with him one day. We planned on having sex. We drove up towards this dirt road and parked the car. We had sex in his little black Mazda. It was horrible.
I was visiting my mother in Washington for summer break, before my Junior year when I met Andrew. I never did find out his last name. We met at a park one day. I was going through a major punk phase where I loved guys who smoked and had tattoos and crap. Andrew was perfect. He smoked, had snake bite lip piercings and long blonde hair. When we met he was really quite but I was into him. His friend on the other hand was super social and was flirting with my friend and I and put his number in my phone... the only reason I text him was because I wanted Andrew's number. Andrew and I met each other later that night at a park next to my mother's house. It was perfect night to sneak out because my uncle was gone and he had a low window in his room with no screen. I left my house and hung out with Andrew. He was different though. We talked for easily two hours straight about EVERYTHING! We told each other stories about the stuff we have done or want to do and then we kissed and it was just perfect. He picked me up and carried me to a park bench. He took off his friends jacket (John Brown, the guy who was flirting with me) and we had sex on that jacket on that bench in the middle of an open park! It was actually the most amazing sex I've ever had. Someone did see us having sex though, it was some woman walking her dog in the middle of the night... we thought it was funny at the time... Andrew and I talked all the time and planned the next time we would see each other and talked about how much we liked each other. About a month after I came home to Nevada he stopped talking to me completely. I heard he lost his phone or something and haven't heard from him since.
The last guy I had sex with was Tyler Lillie. I fell for him so fast! This was my junior year, right before I moved to Oregon. Tyler and I dated for a week or two and I was crazy about him! I don't know what it was... maybe because he was a smoker, had curly hair, but honestly it was just everything. Tyler told me that if I had sex with him, when I moved he would still talk to me everyday. He promised and I wanted him to, even though I knew he wouldn't. I wanted to have sex with him. I did have sex with him. In his best friends house... on his best friends bed... while his best friend Dustin Lattimer was still in the room technically. Dustin went up in the attic in his room and could hear the whole thing. Yup. Dustin and I kept talking after I moved but Tyler and I didn't, Tyler got a girlfriend the day I moved and is now engaged to her for the moment.
So this is the big secret. People who know me would never guess but honestly I just wanted to be wanted. I have a great life and an amazing family who loves me but I don't know what is wrong with me.
I get so depressed sometimes when I hear girls talk about who they think are whores because they had sex with two guys or have kissed eight guys or because of what she wears.
I am the master of disguise! I go to an LDS church, I am Mormon!!! Its highly against our religion to have sex before marriage.
I don't want kids. I don't want to get married. I want to live alone and have a career. I hate people so much because I have fallen for all the wrong guys and have done everything with them but I have also fallen for the right guys and they wanted to do the same things but I stopped it. If I had sex with every guy who tried or got close, my number would not be five, it would be like fifteen!! I hate myself for every time I had sex with them. I hate myself for having such little self worth that I would do that but I hate myself most of all because I live a lie. I tell people that I don't drink alcohol or caffeine, I tell them as a mormon I don't go to parties or skip class and I don't wear short shorts or slutty dresses and I don't throw myself at every guy. I act mature, responsible and classy but I definitely not loud, obnoxious, irresponsible or slutty.
My dirty little secret is Kris Newcomb. Mathew Milder. Cameron Arnold. Andrew. Tyler Lillie.
My regrets: Kris Newcomb.
Sometimes Kris still talks to me, tells me how life is or how he's depressed and needs help. One time he even told me he was going to kill himself because he has nothing or no one to live for and wanted to say good bye to me. Every time he has ever pulled this shit with me I fall. I fall hard and I try to do everything I can for him. I swear I would do anything for him and he's the crappiest of them all! I don't even care about all the others. Only him.
He's the one I regret because I couldn't handle everything after him.
Monday, August 26, 2013
My brother Jamie
My brother and I used to be best friends. Honest! We did everything together and had blast!
My brother James honestly was the coolest person. Now don't get me wrong he still is awesome but I just never see him anymore. Jamie lives in Washington currently, which is only like 6 hours away from here but soon he is moving to Las Vegas and I will not be able to see him at all before or after he moves.
My brother and I are only a year (and 18 days) apart. We are like twins! We're both in the same grade and we used to wear matching clothes in school and tell everyone we were twins. We look just like it too!
Growing up my brother hated homework and school... well he still does. Anyway I used to do his homework when we were younger. Mostly math and reading and then he got really good at math and would do my homework. Like I said we were best friends.
My brother used to do so much for me! He would tie my shoes and of course he did it in double knots so he wouldn't have to do it again for awhile. My brother tied my shoes till I was in like 7th grade... its really quite sad honestly. I knew how to tie my shoes its just I never did because he was always there for me. Now that he isn't here I only have two out of twenty-one pairs of shoes that have laces and they are double tied so I never untie or retie them. When I do have to tie my shoes though, it takes FOREVER! I haven't had the practice.... and to think I'm going to college in the fall...
Another thing that I have recently noticed I don't know how to do which is sooo stupid but I have never pealed an orange! I had my six year old cousin show me how to! Haha!! I would know how to if someone just started it for me but I have to admit even when my cousin started it I was doing it the long way! Its quite a funny thing to think.
I miss my brother so much and I never knew how much I depended on him! He was there for me... for EVERYTHING!! Although I treated him like he was younger than me, he was always my big brother and he helped me a lot.
Thank you Jamie! I love you!
P.S. Only I am allowed to call him "Jamie" his real name is James and he hates when people call him "Jamie".
My brother James honestly was the coolest person. Now don't get me wrong he still is awesome but I just never see him anymore. Jamie lives in Washington currently, which is only like 6 hours away from here but soon he is moving to Las Vegas and I will not be able to see him at all before or after he moves.
My brother and I are only a year (and 18 days) apart. We are like twins! We're both in the same grade and we used to wear matching clothes in school and tell everyone we were twins. We look just like it too!
Growing up my brother hated homework and school... well he still does. Anyway I used to do his homework when we were younger. Mostly math and reading and then he got really good at math and would do my homework. Like I said we were best friends.
My brother used to do so much for me! He would tie my shoes and of course he did it in double knots so he wouldn't have to do it again for awhile. My brother tied my shoes till I was in like 7th grade... its really quite sad honestly. I knew how to tie my shoes its just I never did because he was always there for me. Now that he isn't here I only have two out of twenty-one pairs of shoes that have laces and they are double tied so I never untie or retie them. When I do have to tie my shoes though, it takes FOREVER! I haven't had the practice.... and to think I'm going to college in the fall...
Another thing that I have recently noticed I don't know how to do which is sooo stupid but I have never pealed an orange! I had my six year old cousin show me how to! Haha!! I would know how to if someone just started it for me but I have to admit even when my cousin started it I was doing it the long way! Its quite a funny thing to think.
I miss my brother so much and I never knew how much I depended on him! He was there for me... for EVERYTHING!! Although I treated him like he was younger than me, he was always my big brother and he helped me a lot.
Thank you Jamie! I love you!
P.S. Only I am allowed to call him "Jamie" his real name is James and he hates when people call him "Jamie".
Friday, August 16, 2013
Pear Picking
The Mormon's in this area have this awesome program where they have a whole pair farm and everyone in the area has to come and pick them, then the fruit they send out to families who don't have money. I have never known about this due to the fact that we just didn't do anything like this in Nevada. I had no idea what to expect but our ward was told to volunteer and help on certain dates and my dad and I agreed to do it.
So we drive up to the pair farm and there is huge signs saying "LDS WORK PROJECT" with arrows I believe. We pull in and they separate the guys and girls. My dad works on the lower part and I walk up to start working. I had no idea if anyone was going or what the plan was but I was pleased to see a few girls from my ward there! They all greeted me and then we signed in and put our bucket things on.
We picked from 6 to about 8:30. It was actually a lot of fun, I got to tell all the girls about my date because they had all heard about it but hey I was happy to share! :D
So we drive up to the pair farm and there is huge signs saying "LDS WORK PROJECT" with arrows I believe. We pull in and they separate the guys and girls. My dad works on the lower part and I walk up to start working. I had no idea if anyone was going or what the plan was but I was pleased to see a few girls from my ward there! They all greeted me and then we signed in and put our bucket things on.
We picked from 6 to about 8:30. It was actually a lot of fun, I got to tell all the girls about my date because they had all heard about it but hey I was happy to share! :D
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